Dragon in the Rough (Elders Enterprises Book 1) Read Free

beauty sitting in front of him. A strand of hair fell down onto her face and Paul’s hand itched to go over there and sweep it back behind her ear. To feel it’s softness on his coarse fingers. To run his fingertips down her cheek. Tilt her head back and press his lips against hers.
                  A car pulled up behind Paul, knocking him out of his thoughts. He rubbed a hand over the crotch of his jeans, repositioning himself before pulling on his magic and walking away. He walked swiftly back to his apartment that he rented under an alias. He needed answers about Katlin. A plan clear in his head, he rushed through his front door and headed straight for his bedroom.
                  The first thing his eyes landed on was the old tattered book laying on his night stand. The book that had landed him here in this dump. A book of prophecies, and it just so happened that Paul’s name was written among the pages. He had grown up being told that he was destined for greatness. He laughed. Yeah, that was why he was holed up here running from his own kind. Paul was tired of hearing that he was destined, yet no one would tell him why. His parents had told him it was because they did not want it to impact his life. Ha! Yeah, that was stupid. They should have never told him. He had obsessed over it, every day and night, until he could not take it any longer. So he had stolen the damn thing.
                  Shaking his head, he got his thoughts back on track. He had come in here for a reason. Paul looked around frantically for his bag. There, in the corner, tucked under a pile of dirty clothes. He dug it out and laid it on his bed, reaching in and pulling out the object he was searching for. He held it up to the light to examine it. “Perfect.” He smiled as he tossed the shiny white rock up into the air and caught it again. He would soon have all the answers he needed.

 
     
                                    Chapter 2
     
                  Katie closed up her computer, put it in her bag, and signed the last of her paperwork before heading out the door. She had been glad that the night shift seemed to disappear when she came back to the precinct. She really was not wanting to explain to everyone that after her perfect record, she had lost Paul. She had to force herself to relax her fist when her nails started to dig into her hand. Damn it pissed her off that he had gotten away. She again had the feeling that there was some big piece of the puzzle that she was missing, but what?
                  Katie thought about it as she walked down the sidewalk. Paul had to be something that she had never come across before. She had spent some of her night looking into some of the possibilities, googling mythical creatures, searching through the thousands of possibilities, only to come up short.
                  Without any more information, Katie was stuck. It helped to solidify the need to search through his apartment. To turn over every rock looking for him. To find out exactly what he was. Screw what the file and her boss said, she would uncover what exactly was redacted in his file. If nothing else, it would help give her some insight into his life.
     
                  Katie turned the corner as a slight breeze hit her warm skin, cooling her off. Katie sighed in relief. She had not realized that she had been sweating until then. After today, she was ready to get home, open a bottle of wine, and run a warm bath. She glanced at her watch as she stifled a yawn. “Well, shit,” she muttered when she realized how late it was. By the time she got home she would have just enough time for a quick shower and then go straight to bed. She had a lot of work to do in the morning and she did not need to be dragging because of lack of sleep.
                  Katie made it back to her apartment in record time. She fumbled through her